From Tarquin, comes the debut poetry collection for the soul. Filled with both prose and poetry, Tarquin examines the feelings we all share in the deepest parts of our heart. ALL MY THOUGHTS ventures into the darkness of our all consuming thoughts and hopes with a little encouragement, you'll find the healing and the light.
I found this book to be incredibly aesthetically pleasing. The printing is beautiful, color choice, photography, all working well together to create a cohesive project. The book lacked one main component: poetry.
Containing stanza after stanza of prose, each taking its own page, regurgitating the same sentiments expressed minutely different.
The poetry itself limited to a few sentences here and there, the occasional couple stanzas grouped together. Some sentences with print enlarged so it takes lore space on the page.
While formatting is an effective means to evoke feeling within a reader it can’t be your only tool.
I enjoy it as a coffee table book, but find it lacks any depth or interest once you put your head down to the page.
This has potential to be very good. To hit you in the heart. To make you feel and relate... BUT it falls short.
There were poems that came SO close. Others that could have been fantastic had they been melded. The repetition of poems was a little much , and if they had been combined and edited together...it would have hit harder. Overall it was good but meh.
I did really enjoy the lay out of the book and the title was fitting.
you are allowed to be on your own, to love yourself and hold your own hand. you will someday know what it means to grow within yourself to understand your demons and know how to combat them. you will create your own dreams and goals and be the person standing in your own corner. someday you will look back and wonder why you weren’t always your own hero.
come at me but like this book was bootyhole.. bootyhole wit the shit inside of it, it's like hearing, smelling and seeing a wet fart, dripping down shit from a leg of some stranger.